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Hi everyone, I stole this from a blog where they were making fun of my stories. According to them this was done to complement me. I didn't write this but please feel free to read it and tell me what you think of it, if you want to.
Hey I may have misspoken in the above paragraph, so let me sneak in a few more words here. The ass hole that wrote that came to my blog one day and invited me to visit there blog, saying that they had "Paid Homage" to me.
So I go to visit and I get slapped in the face by this "Nigger Hating Nazi". He's lying about me on his blog. They know that I have a tendency to post a persons mindsay name whenever they jerk my fucking chain, and that is what they tried to get me to do here = just to build a little traffic to their site.
The post that I copied is a re-post. No one read it the first time around so they put it up again and made sure to let me know that they had done that.
Now here's a real kick in the ass, check this out =
"I asked that bastard child if I could use that post", and "They said yes".
Now they have gone to mindsay and accused me of "Plagiarizing" their work. I'm still am not going to put their name up on my blog like they're trying to get me to do = "Cause some of my nigger might rub off on them!"
It's killing their nasty ass that so many of you are commenting on it too so "Mis amigos. Espero que usted disfrute. ¡Y esto él se ahoga!" Wendy
I was buying a happy meal for my seven-year-old son at McDonald’s the other day. When I pulled up to the window, a gorgeous manling handed me my bag of various grease-laden goodies. I was wearing a low-cut top that day, and as I reached out to grab the sack of victuals, he got a good view of my breasts. His eyes bulged, and I saw something jump in his pants. Something massive. It was like watching a leviathan stirring in the ocean depths. A massive leviathan.
He was the sexiest hunk of male I’d seen in a while, and since little Trevin’s daddy ran off with our dog, the old mungbasket hadn’t been stuffed in a while.
I told my son to park the car and eat his happy meal in the parking lot. Mommy had some bidness to git down to.
I strutted into the McDonald’s and found the guy who served us. Perhaps the sunlight had caught some attractive feature I couldn’t see in under the florescent lighting, or perhaps it’d been the smell of fried starch and boiled rat meat piquing my hunger and interfering with my perception, but he was not as attractive as I’d originally thought.
Regardless, the faucet had been set a-drippin’, and he was the closest Roto-Rooter around. Besides, with that patina of grease he had coating his body, he was already lubed and ready.
I leapt onto the counter, and pointed at him. "YOU!" I shouted in all-caps to get his attention. When he turned to see who was screeching at him, I flew at him and landed with my legs wrapped around his torso. "Uhhh?!" He gurgled as his throbbing pieces reordered themselves under the fabric of his pants.
I whispered coyly into his ear, "I want you to evolve my womanhood with your monolith."
.At that moment, our clothes exploded off of our bodies, and he jammed his Little Angry Man into my poonaner. As he slid it in and out of me, I grunted and gasped. The lips of my poochie started sucking him like a demonic fish trying to suck his soul out through his urethra.
After a bunch of mediocre cunt-reaming, I dismounted and crawled up his body. He shuddered as I ran my bo-gina over his giant wad of pulsating gristle. His various giblets quivered under my heaving EE breasts. I moaned delightedly at the furious prodding he was delivering unto my heaving bosoms.
"Wouldst thou cream my knockers?" I crooned into his sweaty ear.
"Yeeeehurrrrrrrrsssss!!" he moaned ecstatically.
His hotdog discharged about a quart of hot, sticky pudding. It completely covered my heaving bazooms, but some of it migrated into my ass somehow.
As his monolithic man-pipe disgorged on my mammaries, his eyes bugged out of his skull, like on Total Recall where Quaid gets shot out onto the surface of Mars.
His manpump wouldn’t stop firing off threads of hot, sticky nut yogurt, so I corked it with a nipple while I squatted over his face, allowing the ass-jizz to dribble into his quivering eyeball.
He came again, this time all over the other set of tits that I had sewn onto my stomach.
Then my anus descended from my ass and ripped his eyes out of his skull, providing safe passage to his brain for my camel spit.
He died then and there on that greasy floor… but I’m fairly certain I sent him heaven.
Recently, I found out that I have herpes.
Think: Use protection.
This has been a pubic service announcement.
Anyway there it is, hope some of you got a chuckle out of it, I sure did.
♥ Wendy
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WARNING !! "SEXUALLY EXPLICIT SHIT BEYOND THIS POINT"
Do Not click on any of the links below if you are under thirty years old.
And if you do click on one Don't come back bitching at me because
you scorched your fucking eyeballs on what you saw.
I am not too sure but this looks like Pussy Torture to me!!
This kind of looks like Pussy and titty Torture to me.
I went to QueenIsabella's to take a shower with her, and I took a picture of her ass. If you want to see The Queen's Ass just click that link.
Hope you guys enjoyed the pic's
♥ Wendy
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Resident Evil Randomness!
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Summer Accomplishments:
- Completed Resident Evil Zero (GC)
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Today's been a pretty cool Saturday I've spent with Ash.
We'd barely been in my room for about 10 minutes when I was making her go on Facebook and respond to the friend requests and messages that people had been sending her.
I even had to tell her to write a nicer response to one of them - as it was horribly blunt and practically ignored all the questions she'd been asked. Ash can be so rude sometimes.
We played Guitar Hero: Metallica today. It's been a while - as it's been overshadowed by the greatness of GH: Greatest Hits.
We started out on quickplay - I sang the three songs I actually know. For Whom The Bell Tolls, Enter Sandman and Toxicity. Metallica's setlist fails so epically.
Then we completed a full tier on the band career. Ash was on hard lead and I was on expert bass. We mainly got 4 stars, thanks to Ash being a general bodge-up - but we got a few 5 stars too.
Ash broke her sneezing record as well.
She actually sneezed SEVENTEEN TIMES IN A ROW.
I was sat there pissing myself, wondering if it was ever going to end.
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Ash was definatley in the Resident Evil mood today.
She practically begged me to play Resident Evil Zero.
I feel so bad sometimes, I start playing the games with Ash watching, and I get the urge to carry on when she's not there - and the same can be said for Adam. She was confused at where I was, she'd missed practically all of the mansion and the first Tyrant fight.
Oh, and never listen to strategy guides.
They OVER EXAGGERATE LIKE FUCK.
The guide practically made out that the final boss was impossible and you'd need like 5 sets of herbs and 4 different guns.
Mate, I killed it with a fucking SHOTGUN.
AND IT DIDN'T EVEN HURT ME ONCE.
Resident Evil is a twat with its serious anticlimax boss fights.
The only boss that's ever killed me was Tyrant on Resident Evil 1.
I laughed at the Resident Evil 2 bosses, all of them were stupidly easy.
Nemesis' final form was a disappointment - compared to what he's like when he still chases you around in his trenchcoat.
And this boss was ridiculous as well - you didn't even end up KILLING IT - you were merely DISTRACTING IT.
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After we'd eaten hotdogs - I had cheese with mine, Ash had tomato sauce - we played a few songs on GH: Greatest Hits.
Ash even commented that it felt weird us playing without any guitars.
I was on vocals, she went on drums.
It was hilarious when she was putting the Wii remote in the slot.
I had some clean shirts and jeans on my drums that I hadn't gotten around to putting away yet.
Ash goes: "Where do you want these?"
I go: "Oh, anywhere."
I go to take them from her and *DROP*.
I suppose you just had to be there - we were pissing. :D
After I'd told Ash about the forum post about TTFAF drums, she wanted to try it out.
"The vocalist falls asleep. The bassist falls asleep. The guitarist has fun. And the drummer DIES."
The drummer DID die - Ash failed during a part where there wasn't any vocals to keep the rock meter out of red. :)
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After this, Ash requested I start Resident Evil: Code Veronica X.
The only Resident Evil game I own and was yet to play.
She got it down off the shelf and I said: "DON'T EVEN BOTHER SAYING 'LOLCLAIRE'."
But then when I turned back to face her, I had a face full of cover art.
Ash didn't even NEED to say it.
We can blame Adam for that one. :D
Oh but it's horrible!
The graphics... Well, they're OKAY...
But not after you've just been playing Resident Evil Zero!
Zero has smooth Gamecube high-quality graphics.
Code Veronica looks like a slightly smoothened PS1-early PS2 graphics.
I did get used to it - the CHEESIEST VOICE ACTING EVER cheered me up.
I thought the likes of Resident Evil 1 was bad with the "You, the MASTER OF UNLOCKING." and "You were almost a JILL SANDWICH!"
No, Code Veronica beats them all.
Steve's VOICE is the most annoying thing I've ever heard.
Alfred's LAUGH is the weirdest noise I've ever heard.
Ash and I were in fits.
And there's SO MANY cutscenes too, so we got to hear a lot of this. :D
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And in Farmville news - I've got two more brown cows, and I'm now at level 18. :D
Shelly isn't pleased. She's afraid of me overtaking her.
I'm not even competing with her.
She's just being horribly childish. Even threatening to stop talking to me if I end up with more brown cows than her.
Pathetic really. :(
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